Happy thought visits my palm
I am holding a dream of stars
shining through translucent light of
blue, purple and grey neurons
in the air

pollution of wicked skin
my grey sand climbes up towards
rest of eucalipt bark

I am nail polish
in the flesh of
tomorrows dawn
In my heart vibrations
of Australian Ocean

Entrance to dream is time of my thought
In this chapter I am Universe around Pluto
My palm is the Ocean
Ocean is heart.